Chapter 33 Dressed to Destroy

KIER

She walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear—I forgot how to breathe.

Black. Tight. Elegant. Deadly.

The dress hugged every curve like it had been sewn onto her body. Her skin—soft and pale—seemed to glow under the lights, casting shadows along the delicate slope of her neck and t...

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